AN: HELLO, fans of Supernatural, how are we all today? Are we good? Ready for another Supernatural story? This may dampen you mood though because it's angst. It's after Metamorphosis. Just a different version. There should be two chapters but if I get enough reviews I might make this into a longer story. (By the way I am reposting the first four chapters because I have a beta reader who is checking over my work.)

THE HUNTER WHO BECOMES THE HUNTED

"If I didn't know you, I would want to hunt you," Dean spat out angrily. His chest was heaving, his face burning red with a rage that he couldn't suppress. He had a right to be angry though. Sam understood that…but hearing that your own flesh and blood would like to skin you alive was too much. Sam stood there with his mouth open wide and his arms glued to his sides. He could feel Dean's body radiating with anger.

Sam just stood there, staring at the ground. If he met Dean's eyes or said anything to defend his actions, Dean would lay into him. He left Dean and went to college; He got to have a girlfriend and the life he always wanted. All Dean wanted was a family that would stay together through thick and thin. Yet he didn't want to give him that. He couldn't save him. Dean went to Hell and if he hadn't made that deal, it would have been the other way around.

Dean kicked the bed in frustration. Sam quickly looked up, Dean doing the same. They locked eyes instantly.

"Why, Sam?" Dean asked, almost pleading with Sam to give him an honest answer.

"I wanted to save lives," he croaked out. He knew that that was one of the lamest excuses he could give to anyone, especially Dean. He continued to look at the ground, trying to burn a hole in it, giving him something else to distract his mind. He felt faint and scared. Dean always had his back, but things were changing drastically. 'I'm a hunter,' Sam thought. 'As soon as everyone finds out, I'll be the hunted. Ironic. 'The hunter becomes the hunted', huh?'

Dean had a thoughtful expression on his face, processing new information. Sam brought his head up, taking the silence to mean this was fixable. For a fleeting moment, he thought Dean was going to be calmer. But just like that, his face changed from one of understanding to one of absolute disgust.

He lunged at Sam, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. Sam threw his hands back, preventing him from fighting back. Following Dean's hand with his eyes, he saw it transform into a fist. He instinctively closed his eyes and tightened his face, knowing what came next. Sam felt Dean's fist connect with his jaw, a sharp pounding sensation that wouldn't go away quickly. Sam watched Dean, eyes wide and filled with panic. He fled to the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Sam stumbled onto the ground, instantly bringing his hands up to his face. 'This hurts the most. More than anything I've ever endured before. Neither of us will ever be the same again.' Sam rubbed his jaw, thinking about how much their relationship had changed. They were complete strangers to each other.

Eventually Sam got sick of rubbing his jaw and decided to let his emotions out, not caring if anyone saw. He wrapped his arms around his knees, pulling them in close to his chest. He wouldn't have been surprised if Dean walked out the door and never came back. He screwed up…bad. After a few moments, his rocking slowed and gradually came to a stop.

Sluggishly he climbed into bed, not bothering to change or even take off his shoes. It was late in the morning, but all of his energy had seemingly drained away. Lying on his side, facing away from the bathroom door, Sam laid silently, hearing Dean's ragged sobs through the bathroom door. 'The next time I see Ruby, she's as good as dead. This is what she wanted, to separate us; I fight for evil, Dean fights for good. Damn that bitch!'

There was suddenly movement in the bathroom. Dean came out, rubbing his hand up and down his face, scratching his hair and looking disappointed. He moved over to the dresser, looking into the mirror and staring at the reflection of Sam. His cheeks were tearstained but Dean made no move to comfort him.

Sam cracked his eyes open. He saw Dean's red rimmed eyes and washed face, no doubt trying to cover up his tears. He heard the jangle of car key. If this was still fixable then Dean wouldn't be able to walk out that door, not without looking back at Sam. Dean moved to the door, pausing for a second. 'Any second now…' Sam was holding his breath. Dean walked out the door, not even taking a look at Sam. Letting his breath out he rushed to the window. By the time he got there, Dean was gone, tire marks left on the concrete from the Impala.

Sam slumped his shoulders and stared out the window. 'I pray to God every night, but it's no wonder that he won't answer me. I have demon blood in me, so God has no time to give me a miracle.' He punched the wall in anger. 'I have no on! Dean won't trust me and Bobby will side with him. I. Have. No. One.' Looking up at the ceiling he yelled. "I have no one!"

Further realizing that he had no one in the world, Sam got onto his knees for one last time in front of his bed…

AN: So what did you think, sorry if this sucks I'm not very confident when it comes to writing. Help me get reviews, click the little green button if you want this to be longer than two chapters. Luv Scare. (Well obviously it's longer than two chapters now!)